George, Fred and Lee all sat down at the Gryffindor tables, placing themselves at the end of the table along with Percy, ready to welcome Ronnie-kins to their house, at least that's what Mum and Percy thought would happen, Fred had bet that it would be more likely that he would end up in Hufflepuff. At that moment the doors to the great hall opened, the first years starting to nervously shuffle n behind Mcgonagall, George winced as Fred nudged him a tad too hard and pointed to Ron, who was walking next to Harry Potter, round glasses sat on his nose, the lightning scar just visible beneath his unruly hair.

"Our plan worked." George whispered smirking at the two young boys. As they were saying goodbye to Mrs Weasley and Ginny the kid had appeared needing help to get onto the platform, afterwards the two had swiftly told Ron to sod off and lead them to their carriage hoping the runt would shack up with Harry.

The hat begun to sing, George watched the first years, watching as some of them looked on in shock, mouths hanging open. Some of their shock was understandable, like Hermione and the other muggleborns, but Ron really should be use to this sort of thing having grown up in the wizarding world and living in a home filled to the brim with magic

"Hannah Abbott." Mcgonagall called out. The three watched the small girl make her way towards the stool.

"Hufflepuff." George, Fred and Lee said quickly.

"HUFFLEPUFF" The hat called, the three cheered, high fiving over the table with matching grins, they'd done the same last year, trying to guess what house each of the children would be in. The sorting ceremony went like that for a while, the three guessing, cheering when they got it right, Percy tutting angrily at them.

"Hermione Granger." The three's heads shot up looking to the girl as she nervously approached the hat. She sat down, eyes skimming across the hall, her eyes caught George and he couldn't help but give them a quick smile and a wink which she grinned brightly at.

"Gryffindor." Lee Muttered.

"No way, Ravenclaw." Fred argued.

"What, Are you insane? She had a giant tarantula crawling all over her and hardly flinched. She also told us off, she had to have balls to do that.

"Yeah but did you not listen to her at all on the train, she was a right little brainiack"

"I agree with Freddie, But I hope you're right mate, she seems nice, even if she doesn't exactly get social cues." George watched he front as the hat mulled it over, Hermione's shoulders seemed to fall before the hat was calling out 'Gryffindor' a look of shock passing the girls face before a smile over took it. The table roared in a cheer, Hermione rushing to the table happily, sliding into the seat between Fred and Percy. Percy shook her hand pompously as the other three congratulated her.

"Shh, Neville's being sorted." Hermione urged, flapping her hands at the three to be quiet, George watched the front as the boy who lost his toad tripped up the stairs before jamming the hat on his head.

"Hufflepuff." George muttered, Lee nodding enthusiastically.

"Gryffindor!" The hat screamed, George watched shocked as the kid ran towards the table with the hat still on his head then promptly had to run back to put it back, George stifled a laugh.

Next got Harry, the whole hall silent, watching as the hat seemed to take forever ever to decide, finally a call of Gryffindor sounded and the Gryffindor table erupted in cheers.

"WE GOT POTTER! WE GOT POTTER!" The trio chanted, Granger laughing as they did. Percy quickly got up and shook the kids hand before sitting him down. Nearly headless nick patted Harry's arm making the boy shiver.

"Don't worry, the cold feeling goes in a second." George murmured. Harry gave a nod. Before long everyone was done but Ron and one more kid. As Ron walked onto the stage Fred grinned.

"Hufflepuff." Fred said making George and Lee nod while Percy glared.

"Gryffindor!" The twins looked to each other in shock before starting to clap, standing up and cheering for their little brother. The last kid went into Slytherin and the feast started, food appearing in front of them. George watching Harry and Hermione as they looked at the appearing food in awe.

"So why did it take so long for you to get sorted Granger?" George asked, piling some food onto his place.

"It uh, wanted to put me in Ravenclaw but I didn't really want to go into Ravenclaw, then it us went for Gryffindor, does that mean I got sorted wrong? Did I cheat sorting, oh what if I fail as a witch now because I didn't get sorted into the right house." Hermione ranted, Ignoring Freds fist pump as she mentioned Ravenclaw.

"Don't worry about it Granger, if you weren't suited for Gryffindor then the hat wouldn't have put you here."

"Me and Georgie here were both meant to go to Slytherin, luckily it saw how two gorgeous boys like us couldn't go somewhere like Slytherin so it changed it's mind." Fred whispered across the table. Hermione grinned brightly back at Fred before her face changed to one of disgust, George followed her eyeline and saw it on Ron who was shovelling food into his mouth, talking and simultaneously taking bites out of a chicken wing.

"Does he always eat like that?" She asked. The twins quickly nodded in earnest.

"This is actually very well manured for him." Fred joked. It wasn't too long before the food disappeared and pudding returned in it's place. George quickly grabbed himself a lump of sticky toffee pudding before his gaze was drawn to the young bushy haired witch who was looking over everything seemingly stuck on what to try first, her hand darting out towards something, only to stop a few inches away and move to the next dish only to pause again. George leaned over, grabbing her plate and scooping a healthy portion of sticky toffee pudding onto it.

"Trust me, it's great." George said, Fred letting out a little moan of agreement as he squashed his portion into his large mouth, Granger obviously agreed because once she finished her portion she scooped up another one, before turning to Percy and beginning to talk about classes. The three falling into one of their usual conversations, what pranks to pull.

The feast drew to a close, the deserts disappearing as Dumbledore stood, the hall falling silent.

"Just a few more words now that we're all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils and a few of our older students would do well to remember that also." His eyes flickered to the twins and Lee who smiled back at him innocently. "I have also been asked by Mr Filch to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors." George let out a small snort, if filch through people would stop doing magic in the halls then he was completely crazy. "Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of term, anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact madam hooch." George grinned at the though of playing quidditch again, sure they could fly at the burrow but it wasn't the same. "And finally, I must tell you that this year the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death." George caught Fred's eyes, raising an eyebrow curiously before small smiles of mischief fought their way onto the twins faces. George gave a stiff nod letting him know he was on board for checking out the third floor corridor at some point.

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" Dumbledore cried happily. George couldn't help but laugh at the others teachers faces at the suggestion, something Dumbledore was either oblivious too or didn't care about as he flicked his wand, like he was trying to get a fly off of the end and long golden ribbon flew from it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snake like into words. "Everyone pick their favourite tune and off we go"

The twins begun singing it slowly but loud in what was a tune not unlike a funeral march. Granger was laughing, shaking her head at the antics, when the rest had finished the two were still going, Dumbledore conducting their last few lines.

"Crazy people." Hermione giggled, The twins game her fake hurt smiles which made her laugh more. Suddenly everyone started moving, Percy calling for the first years to follow him. Ron, Harry and Hermione got up to follow him as the older three bided there time, moving slowly on their way to the common rooms, Fred came to a stop.

"What's up?" lee asked curiously.

"Third floor?" Fred suggested, George grinned.

"Guys it's the first night w-"

"Exactly, they won't be expecting s to try and break into it yet. They'll think that we'll at least need another day or two of scheming or something. It's the best time to go." George said, cutting Lee off. Lee rolled his eyes but gave a nod and the three took off for the third floor. Everyone had already returned to their dormitories meaning they weren't spotted by anyone. They reached the door and found it locked.

"You reckon Allohomora would work?" George asked slipping out his wand.

"I wouldn't do that Mr Weasley." The three spun on there heals.

"professor Dumbledore sir." Fred gaped, George thrust his wand back into his pocket, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"Do what sir?" George said innocently. "I was just thinking, we don't know the password for the fat lady, would allohomora work on her sir? Or would she just shout at us."

"No it wouldn't Mr Weasley, the password is Caput draconis. Hurry along, you don't want to be up too late now do we?"

"Of course not sir. Goodnight" George said smoothly, the three quickly walked passed him, ready to leave.

"MR Weasley's, Mr Jordan." George spun back round with an angelic grin. "This is one rule you cannot break" he said seriously, the usual twinkle gone from his eyes. "If you are caught around here again punishments will be dolled out."

"Yes sir." came the unanimous reply, the three turning tail and scampering off.

"you know what Georgie." Fred said as the rushed away. "I think we should actually abide this one rule."

"Agree'd." George and Lee said.

The fat lady glowered at them when the arrived, snapping at them for being a good half hour behind the others before opening up and letting them in.

"What could be there though, I mean, why would Dumbledore himself be making sure no one went in?" Fred asked.

"He was probably just walking past or something." Lee said.

"Nahh, I think he knew we would try it and wanted to stop us before we got hurt. Must be really dangerous or something."

"That could be why he said unless you wish to die a most painful death when he mentioned the third floor at the feast." a new voice came, the three turned and saw Granger sitting on the sofa by the fire, parchment in hand.

"Whatever." Lee grunted. "Night boys, Granger." With that he walked up the stairs while Fred and George slipped onto the sofa either side of her

"What you up to Granger? Shouldn't you be in bed." Fred asked.

"Yeah, an ickle firstie like yourself needs her sleep."

"Your brother said you're trouble makers." She said ignoring them."

"What Percy the prefect thinks his brothers, the pranksters of the school, are trouble makers?! I am deeply offended." George sighed, Hermione gave him a withering glare.

"I can see what he means." She said stiffly. 2You should have tried to sneak into the third floor, Dumbledore said so."

"Yeah but usually Dumbledore over exaggerates a bit. The forbidden forest is only dangerous on full moons because of werewolves." Fred said.

"I heard acromantula live in there. And they don't only come out on full moons."

"Yeah well, if you're smart and don't walk into a nest of acromantula it's easy to tell when you're getting close and quickly change direction."

"Bu-"

"I'm going to bed." Fred interrupted. "Night Granger, See you in a bit George." George gave a nod, watching as his twin left before turning back to see Hermione had resumed writing.

"So..whatcha up too." George said awkwardly.

"Writing a letter to my parents. They wanted to know whether I got her safely and stuff."

"Won't they find it weird an owl flying into there house?" George asked curiously, he'd always wondered what it would be like for muggleborns parents.

"No, mum read a few of my books trying to understand what I am more and found out all about owl post."

"Oh cool. So do you have an owl?" The girl stilled in her writing, sighing.

"No. I forgot I would need to find an owl to send it...Do you have an owl I could borrow? I really need to send it tonight." George let out a small chuckle

"You forgot you need an owl to send something by owl?" He asked, watching as her face fell." sorry no owl, but there's always the owlery."

"But I can't go there till tomorrow." She cried

"What, who said that? Curfew doesn't start till term fully starts and that's tomorrow.

"Really?" Granger asked, eyes sparkling hopefully.

"Yeah." pfft no George thought. "Now finish this letter up and we can go send it." Granger smiled brightly and ducked her head, scratching words out. After a few minutes she looked back to George.

"Finished, lets go. Daddy might be starting to worry." She said, George nodded jumping up and making hiss way out of the portrait hole, Hermione on his heals.

When they reached the owlery George quickly found an owl, taking the letter from Granger and quickly tying it to an Owl's leg.

"Aww look at the cat." Hermione cooed, George turned quickly staring wide eyed at Mrs Norris. George quickly grabbed Hermione's arm.

"Evil cat." he hissed. "Come on."

"What do you mean Evil cat?"

"It'll call Filch, no come on before he turns up." George urged.

"Wha...but you said we were allowed out!" Hermione hissed, her face falling. "We're not allowed out?! Oh Merlin I'm breaking the rules. 'm going to be expelled and have to spend the rest of my life as a spinster with thirty cats telling stories to them about how I was a witch for a day and then I'll get sent to a psych ward and my cats will all die because no one was there to feed them and they will haunt me and it will be all. Your. Fault." she said, jabbing a finger at his chest. How she'd gotten from expelled to spinster he wasn't too sure. The door below them burst open. Filch was there.

"Do you trust me?" George whispered quickly feeling guilty. She quickly shook her head no. "Well you're going to have too." George said, scooping her into her arms and carefully putting her out the window. "Stay on that ledge, do not fall because you will die and I will kill you." Hermione did a small stiff nod, gripping the wall for dear life. George gave a reassuring smile.

"You!" Filch screeched. Spinning George saw him coming up the last few stairs panting harshly. George leaned back against the window.

"Argus, lovely to see you again."

"Rule breaking." Filch growled.

"Rule breaking? I was merely sending a letter to my dead mother."

"Lies! There were two of you." George tried to school his features so he wouldn't look shocked, or guilty and lead the man to Hermione. "Where's that brother of yours?" Filch asked stiffly.

"You're not going to find anything, I'm here alone on completely no nefarious purposes." George said.

"What were you really doing? Planting a prank no doubt." Filch said peering around. George sighed.

"Fine, I'll tell you." The poor fellows eyes nearly popped out his sockets. "I was just ordering some more dungbombs. You see Fred is about to use the rest in the Slytherin common room any minute now so-"

"What!" Filch bellowed. "I'll get him." Filch said, grabbing George's arm and hauling him down out of the owlery, locking the door behind him and rushing off to find 'Fred' George looked at the locked door dubiously. He moved for his wand but couldn't find it, he remembered throwing it onto the table in the common room with a groan. He quickly moved round the side of the building squinting up for Granger, just spotting her outline

"Um Granger. Do you have your wand on you?"

"No. it's in my room why?"

"ah...Well you see we have a bit of a predicament."

"What. Why?"

"don't freak out."

"what is it?" Granger snapped.

"Granger, just promise me you won't freak out."

"fine yes I promise what's going on?"

"The owlery is locked and I have no way to open it. So you're going to have to either sleep in the owlery or..jump."

"What?! Are you insane!" The girl shrieked.

"You said you wouldn't freak out!" George shouted back.

"I lied!" She hissed. "and I am not jumping."

"Then sleep in the owlery."

"I will not sleep in the owlery."

"then jump"

"I will not jum-"

"Granger, we're going round in circles here. Just jump, I'll catch you."

well I hope I will George thought.

"No! Go back and get help."

"Granger I'm not just leaving you here. What if you fall?"

"I'll climb inside." She said, shuffling towards the window, her foot slipped sending her almost off of the edge with a scream.

"STOP!" George yelped. "Take that Gryffindor courage and just jump before you kill yourself!"

"You promise to catch me?" The girl asked.

"I promise."

"Okay.. on three...One" holy god she's actually jumping what the hell "Two." what if I miss her "Three." crap, flying first year!

Granger slammed into his arms sending him tumbling back down, his head slamming against the one bit of stone floor in the god-damn field they were standing in.

"Told you I'd catch you." George groaned.

"Thank you." She said stiffly, getting up, dusting herself off and beginning to storm away.

"Granger! Granger wait."

"What George?" she spat, spinning on her heel."Why would you lie to me! You just got me to break the rules and it's not even my first official day here!"

"You didn't get caught did you? So what's the problem." Not the right thing to say, George realised as she turned back round. "Granger please, can I ask you one thing?"

"what!"

"Is my head bleeding?" Hermione's eyes widened, rushing back over and quickly helping George sit up.

"Oh merlin are you okay? I'm so sorry I didn't even think you might be hurt. Oh there's blood. We need to get you back to the castle.

Before long the were back in the common room. Hermione had tried to insist on them going to the hospital wing but George had refused, knowing Fred could help. So there he was, sitting in the common room. Not 5 hours into the schooling year, blood leaking from his head Fred dabbing at it with tissues, each time making George hiss out in pain whilst Granger and Lee watched on.

"Sorry for getting you to break the rules." George mumbled, groaning as Fred dabbed at the wound again, trying to clean it. "I didn't think Filch would come and you seemed like you really wanted to send that letter."

"It's alright." Hermione said. "Sorry I broke your head." she added making the three giggle, George quickly stopped, it making his head throb causing him to groan pitifully.

"That's it. Lee, go get Mcgonagall. Hermione get to bed." Fred ordered.

"No Fred." George whined

"Shut up Georgie, I'm not going to be able to fix this so we either wake up Percy and have him nag us or we get Mcgonagall to fix you up and say we were play fighting and you hit your head on the corner of the table."

"Fine." George grumbled. "He's right Granger, go to bed. You need to be ready for classes tomorrow."

"Goodnight." Hermione mumbled. "Sorry again. She rushed off, waving to them as Lee rushed out of the common room to get Mcgonagall.